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... ent kind of Crucible, or whatever they called it.
Here, the weapons weren’t sharp, pointy things.
They were whispers and eyeballs.
And man, was I losing.
Or, at least, that’s what all these idiots thought.
Ever since my little... disagreement with Gandalf, I’d basically become a ghost.
A walking glitch in their perfect little system of who gets to punch who.
The other trainees didn’t just avoid me anymore.
They looked straight throu ...
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